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sleeping
the right way
in all
this singing sky
collect
myself
so
much, just to go on
a
presence like weather
there’s
always another world
it’s
still there
watch
a cloud
and
now it’s another
let
this be a comfort
furthest
stars are long forgotten
having
been among just flowers
I sleep
beyond myself to where
I dream
till I forget
